Requested by iciclesthecat who won first place in my latest writing contest

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Danganronpa Reference!

White. Bricks of snow white made up the walls in perfect alignment, grout that was once grey were painted over to match giving the feel that they could illuminate the room. Reason why you say this was due to how dimly lit the room came off to be, the ceiling dome light had two out of three light bulbs burnt out, the remaining flickered yellow just tregging along until the filament would give a few hours from now.

There was a teenage girl who sat at the steel table that stood directly in the middle of the room, one leg kicked over the other, fingers that tapped the surface in a rhythm. She was dressed in the clothes she arrived in, a grey school uniform that made up a dress shirt, grey overcoat, and a pleated skirt. They used to be clean and free of wrinkles, now tarnished with tears and scuffed up with dirt and dust. She couldn't help but stare at her own reflection within the one-way window that made up the entirety of one wall. She knew that on the other side, people were watching her every move, meanwhile she couldn't see anything besides her own self.

I'm sure you're wondering how you got entrapped within an interrogation room without rhyme or reason. Being you were denied an answer upon arrest, disrupting a class in order to take your being into custody. Well, nobody can really answer you at the given moment. Maybe everything was a mistake, mistaken as someone else. There was always the possibility that this was just a case hearing for a crime you've witnessed, then again you don't recall ever witnessing anything illegal. Were you a victim perhaps, maybe even a culprit to a crime you're not even aware of...

You jumped slightly after a small start of the heart to the steel door of the interrogation room opening without a warning. You didn't hear the knob turn nor a click of the locking mechanism, perhaps it was a one way door just like the window? At this point anything was a possibility. A well built man in a police uniform stood before you, his eyes were red like rubies, pale grey pupils, and raven hair that ghosted his eyebrows. He was frightening to say the least, even more than Mr. Aizawa. Does he have a have a brother? If so, you couldn't find any reason to deny their heredity.

"Ready to talk Miss (Y/n)?" The officer asked rather nicely despite his frightening exterior.

"May I ask what I'm in here for?" You hesitated to ask in return. You felt all so oblivious to what was going on, shut out from the world, stuck within a room with no way out.

The officer cleared his throat, glancing the opposite direction with a hint of irritation notable from his features. You took notice he wasn't wearing a nametag like most officers should, instead, all that was on his left breast was a darkened patch of fabric and two small squares of velcro. He purposely took hid his identity. "Just explain what you were doing last night between 1pm and midnight," the officer asked of you.

It was a question you could answer, but won't. "I'm sorry but until I'm aware of what I'm detained for, I'm not speaking," it was a simple request really. Just tell you what happened and you'll gladly answer him with what you know. So, you laced your fingers together, leaning back in your chair awaiting an answer.

"Fine," the officer huffed. "We have photographic evidence of you slaughtering teenage heroes in training last night..." The man unbuttoned the first few buttons on his navy blue uniform shirt, one hand slipped within and pulled out a thick half folded stack of papers with colored ink visible from their backsides. The man lied out each paper before you, you remained speechless.

On photo one was a blonde haired boy, he used to have eyes as blue as the ocean but were now ghosted over with grey, now lifeless. His stomach was cut open, his inner works were pull out from his stomach cavity and draped around his body in a grotesquely artistic way as if the intention was to be like a floral frame. There was a girl who stood over his body, staring directly up at the person or camera who captured this vital piece of evidence. That girl was you, no doubtedly you...

The officer slipped another photo before you, covering the old one with anew. This time around, it was another teenage boy with short brown hair and square glasses. This time his neck was slit, and this boy was being crucified by the same girl from before with nothing but scizzors impaling his hands, shoulders and knees.

In came another photo. Just like before, this time a teenage boy was successfully crucified, dangling from the rough brick walls of a building in an alley. The girl from before wasn't in this photo, more it was just the finishing photo of a mountain of evidence.

You shrunk away, terrified beyond belief. "Th-That wasn't me..." You lip quivered. "I'm trying to become a hero. Why would I want to kill people?"

"Really?" Officer tuts, slamming his palms against the edge of the table. "So you're trying to tell me the girl in that photograph isn't you!?"

"Yes!" You jumped away from the table out of fear alone. "I have no memory of this! I was in my dorm room last night, my classmates would've noticed if I left or not."

"Yeah right," the officer rolled his eyes, snatching the evidence and stormed out of the room leaving you alone.

"That was so damn cliche," you shook your head, shocked by how reminiscent that interrogation was to a movie or tv show. Except, there was no bargaining, there was only a bad cop. Where was the good cop in all this?

Afterwards you were moved to a holding cell at the police station, bail wasn't allowed, neither was visitors since there was a chance for interference. The next morning, you were moved to that interrogation room once again. This time, there was a nicer cop. He offered you a cup of coffee and a doughnut since you weren't offered food last night. He left soon after, however, a boy with purple hair stepped in within the hour, he was shocked to see you, might you say the same.

"Shinso? You aren't a cop..." You frowned, sipping on the bitter coffee you were given. It could really use some more creamer, maybe even a packet of sugar or two. It made your taste buds cry...

"Aizawa asked for me to come in actually," the boy scratched behind his ear, glancing at his own reflection within the window. "Apparently you getting taken for interrogation came as a surprise for your entire class and with your permission I can get info out of you with my quirk," not that you had a problem with Shinsou using his brainwashing quirk on you, the fact that he won't admit how he feels about your innocence worried you.

"Does Aizawa feel that I'm guilty or innocent?" You sighed.

"Your entire class believes you're innocent," Shinsou points out. "That's part of the reason why Aizawa asked me to take part in your case, if I force the truth out of you, you'll be out of here in no time," although the evidence against you is astounding, photographic evidence, even Shinsou has persuaded himself to believe you aren't capable, rather the one who did murder all those teenager heroes in training.

"Put me under your spell Shinsou... I'm ready," you grinned. Shinsou was saving you from a life behind bars, you couldn't be more thankful. He's the only person who can help you when nobody else is capable.

Shinso mimicked your shy grin, firming himself up as he turned to the security camera. The device was mounted upon the ceiling and Shinsou gave it a wave of the hand meaning whoever on the other line should pay attention to both the camera feed and the observation window just a few inches to your left. "(Y/n)?" He called out your name. You hummed in response, eyes going blank and your spirit parted ways with your body to take a timeout while Shinsou worked his magic on you. It was weird, being brainwashed. Being left with no other choice but to view your own body as if you were a completely different person while your true eyes bored into Shinsou's soul.

"I want you to speak the truth, and only the truth... Now what is your typical Saturday and Sunday night?" Shinsou asked, it was a question printed on a piece of paper he held out before himself.

"On weekends the girls in class have sleepovers," your body responded without your mind to say so. It was the truth to say the least, but still, it was unsettling how you had no mental control in this situation.

"You're wrong," Shinsou frowned distastefully.

"H-How!?" You whined, although this was your spiritual self talking, not your body.

"(Y/n)..." Shinsou began, "although your class believes your innocent of these teenage boy killings the police questioned your classmates and you're rarely ever on UA campus on weekends. They say you act differently... Like a completely different person. They compare your behavior to their classmate Katsuki Bakugou," this was all news to you. But... Just last night Momo took all the girls out to dinner and you crashed hard the second everyone came back since you had a turkey dinner. Therefore, this fact is false. "Do you disagree with anything I just said (Y/n)?" Shinsou regrets reading the evidence collected, everything was against you, not with you.

"I disagree," you body responded.

"How so?" Shinso hummed.

"The sleepovers are every other weekend," your body responded, which in fact was your truth. "Whenever we don't get together, I'm normally in my room dead asleep or watching movies," again, more truth. Where is all this false information the police is throwing out at you coming from?

"How come your classmates claim you aren't on campus most of the time?" Shinsou kept a firm stare with you.

"Because I go to bed earlier than most..." You answered firmly in response. "They probably assume I'm not in my room," you finally got a proper response out of Shinsou. That was something that checked out. The police looked over the security cameras placed throughout the Class 1.A. dormitory and besides Katsuki, you are known to hit the sack early. However, the evidence doesn't rule out that you aren't sneaking out of your dorm through the window. That evidence helped and injured your side of the argument. Your dorm is on the third floor, meaning you'd be crazy to sneak out at the risk of your own life.

The evidence was all over the place...

"I'm done (Y/n)," Shinsou sighed. Your spirit returned to your body granting total control over your bodily functions and feelings. "I don't know what to tell you (Y/n)..." Shinsou instinctively ran a hand through his wavy lavender hair, he was stressed to an unhealthy level...

"I'm innocent!" You cried.

"Listen..." He sighed once again. "There's been a serial killer out there who kills teenage boys who go to UA," you listened intently to the new information. "Since the killings only happen on weekends and to male students that go to UA, it is assumed the killer in question is a female student who goes to UA. Not to forget that a male in each class at UA has died except for anyone in Class 1.A. in particular, the pictures taken that have you at the scene of the most recent males who've died doesn't work in your favor..."

"I'm sorry but that's not me," you pressed a hand to your chest. "I'd never kill anyone for no reason at all. But I won't deny I'd kill a villain if it came down to it..."

"I'll see what I can do okay?" Shinsou didn't want to accept the fact you could potentially be a serial killer. This killer began making his/her name at the beginning of last semester, the same semester you began UA. Nobody in Class 1.A. has died, pointing the fingers at you even more. Yeah, Shinsou barely knows you, but he knows you well enough that you wouldn't be a hero who kills for sport.

"Thank you for everything you're doing Shinsou," you get up from your seat and took a bow. You life rests in Shinsou's hands and he knows it.

"I haven't saved you yet," Shinsou smirked, forcing you to straighten yourself out. The boy also eyed your cup of steaming black coffee, switching it out with his own of a creamy tan color. "I noticed how much you disliked it, have a nice day," Shinsou took a long sip of his coffee upon exiting the interrogation room. The new coffee looked great you had to admit, it made your mouth water. The second the lip of the cup touched your lips, you were in bliss.

Afterwards you were moved into that holding cell again. You slept, ate, and resided within for the better part of three days before the door opened up once again with Shinsou on the other side wearing a gentle smile. "Shinsou!" You bolted out of the cell tackling the boy into a hug. "OMG am I free to go!? Did you save me!?"

"I forced you into telling the truth," Shinsou didn't really feel like he accomplished much if anything at all. He asked a few questions, gave the evidence after hearing your claim, then left. But, accomplishing the inevitable by granting you freedom from a case in which everything was against your favor made him feel invincible. "You know what, nevermind, I'm glad I helped," he gave into your charm resting a hand upon your backside.

"I am forever in your debt," you pulled away from the embrace. "Like I really cannot tell you how scared we were sitting in that cell for the last four days."

"We?" Shinsou cocked a brow. "(Y/n) did you just say 'How scared WE were sitting in that cell?'"

"No," you snorted a laugh. "Why would I say that?"

"Well that's what I heard..." Shinsou comments. "Forget it, I'm sure you should get back to your classmates."

"I should," you pressed your lips into a line. "But I'd rather spend my Saturday with you. You proved my innocence Shinsou. U-Unless you'd rather spend today with someone else, I can leave you alone-"

"I-If you'd like me to stick around then sure," as if Shinsou was gonna pass up an opportunity to be around his future classmates, he's striving for the hero course afterall and after he's proven your innocence he might just be handed a place in your class. "You can choose what we do, my treat. I'm sure you want real food after five days in jail," Shinsou spoke. He loved how the energy in your eyes grew bigger and bigger by the second to his offer.

"Can you cook?" You quipped.

"I can't make anything fancy if that's what you're asking."

"Then please can you cook me something at the class dormitory since you offered? Afterwards we can do whatever YOU want. We can play video games or watch movies or if you wanna sleep we can do that," just hearing you ramble on and on about tonight had Shinsou wondering what exactly tipped the police off. You're a cute and innocent teenage girl, not in a million years would he expect you to be a serial killer.

"I suggest you quiet down," Shinsou warned. "Who knows? I might just brainwash you into cooking dinner and force you to think I made it."

"Oh... No, I'd know if I cooked or not," you snickered.

"How?"

"I burn everything... Even water." You said.

"How do you burn water?" That's not even possible.

"Tis our little secret," you pressed a finger to your lips.